Mic Geronimo

Usual Suspects
(feat. DMX, Ja Rule, The Lox, Tragedy Khadafi) Yeah (Grrr...) Introducin the suspects DMX (Grrr...) Ja Rule LOX Khadafi (Grrr...) Mic Geronimo (My niggas...) [VERSE 1: DMX] What's all the noise about, have some respect, shut the fuck up Drive-by, money talkin shit, yo, back the truck up Y'all niggas don't respect me but you fear me And fear is better than respect, y'all niggas hear me If I smack the shit out this nigga, his man over here be like, "Yo What nigga, what," but his man is like "Psych, yo" Can get from one extreme to the next And my shit always bounce like DM to the X I can bring it from up here: "Enough is enough!" Down to: "Aight, I think it's safe to take off the cuffs" Play with words, blurs and slurs, flip styles SongtexteTake his and hers, niggas is cursed, I get wild So don't make me angry, you won't like me when I'm angry I met a lot of enemies and they all like to thank me Catch me when I'm sleepin with one eyed closed One guy chose to doze, left one guy froze filled with hoes [VERSE 2: Ja Rule] It ought to be a long time before they touch this here It's Gotti's consigliere, let's take it there, make a mill a year Push Bentleys, ice drippin off the jewels daily Ja the one, what, y'all don't hear me? Nigga, y'all remember, CMC 95 December Fine women, illegal tender, such is life When I feel like I ain't to be held, who can hold me? Hoes try to console me, rec execs wanna own me Damn if I die slowly, drugged out, broke and lonely Like so many who pushed roadie before me Ja hit em precisely, God just don't make too many like me Inadvertenly shittin on the top 20 Y'all niggas kill me, talkin like y'all can't be touched See, by the time y'all realize I be done touched you up Blazed you up, your whole style chump, nigga, what Think again if you thought if I thought I give a fuck [VERSE 3: Jadakiss & Styles] Yo, it's pitiful, everything's political But I got more rounds now, so all y'all can get a few You know the shit that we be on, the three on 'Must be the money' like Deion that we see on Players, you pop shit, I rather pop shells Twist l's, blow chats with the rap cartels Nigga, one nation under gutter (aha) LOX style (yeah) I bring it to your mother Christ, you get iced if you fuck with my brother You know who run New York, so bump the undercovers Yeah, it's a family affair, you find it rare My niggas stick together and none of us care We ain't got time for cages, doin ages Thinkin of my crew holdin my two razors Lockin in, lockin out, I play the block Poppin up, poppin out, I like to shout I get the finest clothes, top of the line guns Honeys sellin crack, put this pack on your son It ain't my fault I want a vault full of money This shit is dead real, I seen a nigga shoot a honey Now who's to blame when you bleed, ain't no answer If it ain't a bullet, then I'ma die from cancer Puff out till my lungs is gone And nigga, it's a war till the guns is gone [VERSE 4: Tragedy Khadafi] Yeah... yo Giuliani showed me to hell's another level Blessed by Allah, possessed by the devil Born in this crime I was sworn to do Slayin you fake thugs that's performin too I'ma bleed 25 till my dying day Sprayin a AK till this world decay If the feds wanna stay, we gon' make them pay Cursin they whole life till they old and grey In the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit Will they murder me in hell, crucify my lyrics? Only time ever tells and I know that you feel it All my niggas in the cell, yo, I'm with you in spirit Nothin nice 'bout a nigga when he doin his bids Comin home to the next man raisin your kids To my thugs in the Bridge, hold your head Cause niggas is gon' feel it till they cold and dead [VERSE 5: Mic Geronimo] Runnin with five niggas, criminal disguised niggas The live niggas, pull a mac, what, surprise niggas Holdin my mic stiletto-like Invitin these waterhead niggas to get splashed back and take it light Slided back when we're 16 my mellow my brother Told me lay it back, aced back and play it mellow Seein how I'm a young Othello Don't confuse me with them brothers who lost playin black De Niro A boss with this, gettin tossed with Cris The gorgeous shit, we ballin flawlessly Whatever y'all brothers try, but never to touch me The god, heated up beyond the frequency Now it's time to put you niggas under pressure, we form Here I am, if it's on then it's on If the world was yours, could you keep it from a nigga like me? Hold your head, we about to see... Muthafucka Yeah Usual Suspects Never suspect niggas Yeah What y'all thought I was gone Never that It's Vendetta Y'all'll see Aus Songtexte Mania